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John and I were married many years ago, and both of us were virgins on our wedding night -- sure a little heavy petting before the marriage -- but that was all. In the first few years, it was pretty much just missionary position, but I rarely found it pleasurable and never had an orgasm from vaginal penetration. John's cock is pretty small, certainly by porn standards, though it was many years before I even saw pictures that showed me there were plenty of bigger dicks out there. I've never cheated on him and I'm pretty sure he has been faithful to me, but sex has not been a major part of our lives together.

I'm not a prude, and our transition to exclusively oral sex took place a long time ago. I am willing to accept and indulge in some new experiences, but swallowing cum and ass play or anything involving pain are all off the table. Though John loves to eat my cunt, and will devote a lot of time to pleasuring me, I rarely get so totally absorbed in it that I feel a climax is on its way. By being so quiet and restrained, John probably does not realize just how much I enjoy it. Never been a screamer, and am just not comfortable with vocalizing any guidance that would drive me over the top, so I guess I share the fault of not maximizing my pleasure. Maybe if I had masturbated more while a teenager, I'd know my body better, and improve my satisfaction.

That being said, I am an expert cocksucker taksim eskort and drive him wild, between pleasure and pain, using my tongue and teeth, to have John squirming and squealing whenever I take his rod into my mouth. Many times, I suck him past the point of no return after only a few minutes. I choose not to squeeze the base of his cock, to delay the orgasm, though I know he'd love to extend the torture and pleasure for much longer. Nor do I ever try to suck his softening cock back to hardness, and go for a second load of jizz.

On reflection, I may be unfair, as he's probably eaten me out for more than forty-five minutes before I start to go down on him, and sometimes it's just fifteen minutes before he blows his load.

A few years ago, I started to see the first signs of John's kinkier side, which has developed even more since. He expressed a wish for me to become more dominant, but dirty talk was uncomfortable for me and that didn't last too long. Then, while mostly focusing on pussy eating when I was reclining in a comfy chair in our living room, he suddenly grabbed my legs, pulled them towards him, and stuffed his cock into my wet cunt. After a few hard strokes, he grunted, drove his cock deeper and emptied his cum deep into my pussy.

*quot;Keep your legs together,*quot; he said, as he lifted me out of the chair and guided me to stand, facing him as he lay on the floor.

*quot;Now eskort şişli bring your cunt down onto my face, without leaking any of my jism,*quot; so I spread my legs ever so slightly, while squatting close to his mouth. He ordered me to grind my pussy down on him, as I sat on his face, releasing a little of his cum right into his waiting mouth. I smothered him enough that he could no longer talk, as he spread my juicy lips with his tongue, and began tongue-fucking me in earnest.

*quot;Lick my pussy clean -- suck out every drop, and don't stop until I tell you,*quot; I ventured quietly, as I immediately sensed what a turn-on this had become. I had to lift up a bit a couple of times, so he could breathe, but I guess I found my dominant side after all. This clean-up lasted at least fifteen minutes, and I loved it. The lubrication provided by my cunt load of jism really made my whole pussy wet, and it just got wetter and wetter. I'm sure I had a major orgasm from this.

I remember now that he used his tongue expertly, pushing it deep to scoop up the cum, then bathe both sides of my labia with the cream. The cum spread all over my outer lips, and he circled and circled, flattening his tongue to cover the whole pussy, then, with the well-lubricated tip, he would explore my clitoris. The tongue went round and round, then pointedly tried to draw back the hood so the little soldier would stand up to beşiktaş eskort attention. I could feel it stiffening and rising up. Then John would cover the entire clit with the flat tongue and lap repeatedly back and forth. Up and down, then left and right; I hardly could guess what would come next, and which motion I liked more. Then, when the tip of the clit popped up, he would roll up his tongue, gently jab at the clit, withdraw, and jab again. He would rotate the contact around the head, so that I could feel him touching every number on the imaginary clock face that he sensed. That way, every angle had been covered, and there was a delicious pause as he withdrew the contact, and hesitated before moving to the next number on the *quot;dial*quot;. I agonized while waiting for the next contact, and soon my juices were thoroughly mixed with the cum he had had slurped from deep inside. What an expert cunt-licker he had become, and I wish I had appreciated it, and told him so, and how hot it was, at the time!

Surprisingly, this experience was only occasionally repeated, and now, some years later, I only wish I had opened up and told John that I would love that creampie eating to become a regular part of our sex life. Instead, we resumed our rather pedestrian sex life.

As I write this, my pussy has become moist, and the creaminess I feel is a giveaway that I have a kinkier side that has been repressed for too long.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Next time, I will describe John's further fall into fetishism, including his desire to eat his own cum and my accidental discovery of him masturbating to a video involving female strap-on penetration.